Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Cangyun Xianjun's legacy?

If this is the real place, it would save a lot of searching.

Even if it wasn't, the remnant of another immortal king's return to the land of death is worth selling.

After pondering for a moment, Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan: "I can make a move, but I don't guarantee that I will succeed in saving people."

Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, this is a strong man who is expected to dominate the bitter fairyland.

In the hands of such a strong person to save someone, Han Muye dare not say how confident he is.

Hearing his words, Qin Zhaoyuan nodded, bowed and said, "Sword Immortal Yun Lan is willing to take action, Qin is already very grateful."

At this moment, he just breathed a sigh of relief, then his face turned pale, and his whole body was limp on the ground.

Although he looked extremely weak, Chang Linhui and the others beside him smiled.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as the heavenly immortals don't want to die, they won't die.

Han Muye raised his hand a little, and a celestial celestial light wrapped a pill and flew down.

Qin Zhaoyuan reached out to catch it, with a strange look on his face.

This elixir is actually a rare good elixir.

Han Muye has been in the Immortal Realm for so long, and he has hardly made any pills.

He got this pill from the cave of a celestial being who was beheaded by him.

He was a little nostalgic for the days when he was in Tianxuan Imperial City and practiced alchemy with Mu Wan in Danyuan Pavilion every day.

Han Muye agreed to rescue, but it doesn't mean he will go immediately.

Qin Zhaoyuan also needs to recuperate.

The situation in the Kuxian Domain also needs to be inquired first.

In the next few days, Chang Linhui attracted many Galewind Thieves.

On a barren hill outside Yunlan City, Han Muye stood there, in front of him were dozens of immortal cultivators in green robes full of energy and blood, with deep immortal light.

Each of these people has a tyrannical cultivation base, and most of them are in the fairyland.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, you can ask our brothers to submit to you." The black and thin middle-aged man who was dressed in green armor and exuded bloody aura fixed his eyes on Han Muye.

"But Jiang has a question, and I ask Sword Immortal Yunlan to answer it truthfully."

Looking at Han Muye, he felt a surge of suppressed fighting spirit.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, let me ask you, was it related to you when more than a hundred of my brothers, Gaifeng Pirates, died for no reason?"

A team of Gale Bandits was killed on the Yunteng Wasteland. The Gale Bandits gathered in the wasteland and have been looking for the murderer all these years.

After the black and thin middle-aged man finished speaking, the other people around him stared at Han Muye with complicated expressions.

Chang Linhui, who was standing in front of Han Muye, turned his head slowly, with a nervous look on his face.

Galewind Pirates have always been rampant in the Immortal Realm and the wasteland by virtue of their numbers.

There are many people, because they are loyal and able to gather people's hearts.

Even if they were severely injured this time and quit the realm of bitterness, the brothers still supported each other and tried their best to protect them.

Chang Linhui invested in Yunlan City. This time, he wanted to attract the old brothers to find a way out for the big guys.

After all, without the backing, it is impossible for Galewind Pirates to run rampant in the wasteland.

Looking at Han Muye, Chang Linhui gritted his teeth tightly.

He was afraid that Han Muye would admit it.

If Han Muye had something to do with beheading his own brother, then Galewind Bandits would never surrender.

He himself didn't know where to go.

"Their disappearance is indeed related to me." Han Muye's voice came, causing despair to appear in Chang Linhui's eyes.

The bloody aura permeated the knights in blue armor.

"It's Yunlan Sword Immortal after all, and he speaks frankly." The black and thin middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "In the past few years, Jiang has found some clues."

"Those brothers fell when they intercepted and killed you, and their souls were shattered."

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged Hei Shou paused every word: "Sword Immortal Yunlan, tell me, did you do all this?"

is not it.

The atmosphere slowly solidified.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

If so, today is a desperate battle.

What about Yunlan Sword Immortal?

No matter who killed his brother, he would have to pay the price.

Haifeng Pirates is talking about righteousness first.

Chang Linhui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"no."

Han Muye spoke again.

He disdained to lie.

I won't take the blame either.

no!

Those Galewind Pirates who looked at Han Muye felt their whole body relax.

The black and thin middle-aged man took a deep breath, and was about to speak again when Han Muye raised his hand.

A spear flew out of his palm.

Battle Soul Gun!

This is the battle spirit gun used by the brothers Galewind Thief!

Didn't it mean that the fall of those brothers has nothing to do with him?

Han Muye waved his hand again, and several golden shadows emerged.

Remnant soul!

Looking at these phantoms of remnants of souls floating in mid-air with familiar but somewhat unfamiliar faces, Chang Linhui and others' expressions slowly turned into surprise.

"Brother Zijian!"

"Baldy!"

"Second River!"

All the originally condensed fighting spirit disintegrated.

A group of Gale Bandits rushed forward, and all the remnants flew down with excitement on their faces.

Han Muye stood aside without making a sound.

Life and death parting, life and death separated.

Goodbye, there are only remnants left.

Seeing these blasters laughing and roaring, Han Muye felt an indescribable emotional surge in his heart.

As a human being, we cannot get rid of these pains.

Life, isn't there more regrets that need to be cherished?

Want to be free and invincible for a lifetime, isn't it just to make up for these regrets, seize more opportunities, and hold in your hands all the things that would have been lost?

This is the purpose of practice.

Unknowingly, a seed of firmness sprouted in Han Muye's heart.

The sword in the hand is for protection.

Practice is for protection.

What is the avenue?

What's beyond the avenue?

Can't everything you care about be your own way?

Isn't the right and evil in one's heart also one's own way?

Golden halos burst out from Han Muye's body.

This golden halo is invisible to outsiders at all, but those remnant souls seem to be illuminated by warm sunlight.

They turned their heads, looked at Han Muye, and bowed slightly.

If it wasn't for Han Muye's actions to protect them, their remnant souls would have dissipated long ago.

If it wasn't for Han Muye, how could they ever meet their brothers again!

The actions of these remnant souls stopped the laughing Gale Bandit.

The black and thin middle-aged man who questioned Han Muye before walked forward slowly and walked up to Han Muye.

He bowed his head and dropped to one knee.

The ceremony of kneeling.

There is no ritual of kneeling and worshiping in the practice world.

Only in the mundane world.

"Jiang Zheng has practiced for 238,000 years. He ascended from the lower realms, rebelliously acted as an immortal, and entered the realm of bitterness as a thief. He has never obeyed anyone in his heart."

The false immortal who ascended from the mundane, became an immortal against the sky, and was still a thief in the realm of bitter immortals.

Of course, such a person cannot have any thoughts of surrender.

If it wasn't for the unwillingness to surrender in his heart, how could he become a fairy against the sky?

In fact, many practitioners who have ascended from the lower realms also look down on those cultivators from the fairy world.

Immortal cultivators feel that cultivators in the mundane world have wasted their time, but cultivators feel that these people do not understand the Dao enough.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan fights against Yi Nuo for billions of miles, and Daozong has no regrets in front of him."

"Sword Fairy Yunlan left a home for us homeless monks."

"Sword Immortal Yun Lan left a ray of remnant soul for my brother Gaifeng Pirates."

Jiang Zheng put his hand on a short knife, and the blade cut across his palm, spraying blood.

He sprinkled blood on Han Muye's feet, and then touched the ground with his head.

"Today, I Jiang Zhengchen surrendered to Yunlan Sword Immortal in Yunlan City, and I will never regret it in this life."

"Today, I, Du Shensi, surrendered to Yunlan Sword Immortal of Yunlan City, and I will never regret it in this life."

"Today, I, Yu Cheng, surrendered to Yunlan Sword Immortal of Yunlan City, and I will never regret it in this life."

...

One after another, the strong wind bandits bowed and bowed to Han Muye, and sprinkled the blood in their hands on Han Muye's feet.

If there is any restriction on this blood oath, it is actually not that big.

But this kind of oath from the heart is the shackles in the heart of every practitioner.

This is more useful than any constraint.

"I can't promise you anything."

Han Muye looked up into the distance, and then his eyes fell on those remnant souls.

"I can only tell you that one day, I can reach the pinnacle of the world, reverse the yin and yang of the world, and give you a chance to be reborn."

The pinnacle of the world!

Reverse yin and yang!

This is not a promised promise!

For Jiang Zheng and the others, no promise is better than this sentence!

Give their brothers a chance to be reborn!

These Gale Bandits with only remnants of souls can't even rebuild and rebirth.

Only the strong who set foot on Da Luo can reverse time, reverse yin and yang, and give them a chance to be reborn.

Han Muye's words represent his positioning of himself, in this life, he must reach the realm of great Luo!

This is something that no golden immortal would dare to think about or say.

Sword Immortal Yunlan actually has such ambitions!

Sword Immortal Yunlan can cultivate to such a level, and following the Gale Bandit who surrendered to him, he will surely be able to reach a realm of cultivation that he never dared to imagine.

Follow the real strong, that practice is fun!

Han Muye stood there, when he uttered these words, he felt a lot of relief in his heart.

It turned out that I had always had that kind of ambition, but I never revealed it!

"City Lord, Yuan Mo Dao Sect intercepted and killed my Brother Gaifeng Pirates, we must not let them go."

Jiang Zheng stood up and spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded, and said flatly, "I'll give you three days."

Three days is enough.

There is no strong person in the Yuanmo Taoist sect, only Luoyang Taoist, who is somewhat capable in the formation.

Taoist Luoyang is the inheritor of the Immortal Venerable, and he has quietly surrendered to Han Muye. When the Gale Pirates arrived at the residence of Yuan Mo Dao Sect, he found a reason to leave.

In one day, Yuanmo Daozong was besieged and killed by Gale Bandits, and the entire sect was destroyed.

A pile of black material was dug up from this sect, which was already hard to distinguish between good and evil.

Killing in the wilderness, secretly trading with the great monster of the Kuxianyu, manipulating resource transactions.

Shaking it under the sun, what Yuanmo Daozong did can destroy the family ten times.

"I didn't expect that Yuanmo Daozong would do all kinds of bad things."

"Hehe, Zhenyuan Temple, what a joke."

Zhenyuan Temple, which is known as the upright Daoist sect, and Yuanmo Daozong, which secretly supports it, have done all kinds of nasty things.

This is a Daoist joke.

It's a joke, sometimes it needs strength to tell.

On the second day of the Daoist Sect of Gale Wind Pirates, three immortals from Zhenyuan Temple came to chase and kill them all the way.

If he was still in the Kuxian Realm back then, with the backing of the Huntian Immortal Demon King, Gale Feng Pirates would dare to fight the three Lianxu.

It is also possible to kill these three with all their strength.

But the current Gale Bandit does not have that strength, nor does he have that courage, let alone that confidence.

But the Gale Bandit was good at gathering and fleeing. A day later, the army was broken up and assembled again.

The place where they gathered was outside Yunlan City, thousands of miles away.

"I heard Yunlan Sword Immortal once said that the homeless in the world can come to Yunlan City as their home."

"Today, I, Gaifeng Pirates, have nowhere to go. I am willing to surrender to Yunlan Sword Immortal. I don't know if Yunlan City dares to take it in?"

Standing in front of him, Jiang Zheng shouted loudly, and his voice spread thousands of miles away.

Beside him, there were several knights in green armor with complex complexions.

"Fifth Brother Jiang, if Yunlan Sword Immortal doesn't keep us, we really have no place to die." A pale young man said in a low voice.

"Yeah, since the fall of the eldest brother and the rebirth of the fairy king, our Gale Wind Bandits have been beaten by everyone, and there is no such thing as—" The big man who spoke couldn't continue, he could only grit his teeth and clenched his gun.

There is no value of the year.

Will Yunlan City face Zhenyuan Temple for the sake of people like himself?

"Zhenyuan Temple, hehe." Jiang Zheng turned his head and looked at the three fairy lights soaring into the sky.

"You don't understand, Yunlan Sword Immortal doesn't put Zhenyuan Temple in his eyes at all."

A strong man who vowed to step into Da Luo would not take any power in the fairy world seriously.

Their goal is in the Da Luo Zhou Tian God Realm!

"Hmph, no matter where you flee today, you won't survive!"

"Galling Wind Pirates, no one will mention this name in the future."

In the void, there was an indifferent voice.

The three celestial lights turned into tornadoes, attracting the power of heaven and earth to sweep towards the place where the army gathered.

The strength of this power made those warriors tremble.

At this time, Jiang Zheng also clenched his spear tightly.

Thousands of miles away, countless divine thoughts descended.

Today, maybe we will witness the demise of a force that has been in the Immortal Realm of Kuxian for countless thousands of years?

"My city lord, I never change my words." At this moment, a voice sounded.

Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Lord of Yunlan City!

Yunlan City is willing to accept Galewind Pirates!

"Han Wudi, are you going to make an enemy of my Zhenyuan Temple?"

"Hmph, you are really arrogant. Do you really think that you are qualified to face my Zhenyuan Temple because you can escape under Daozong's rule?"

"Ridiculous."

Three voices responded, and the tornado continued to crash into the army formation.

Riding a tiger is hard to get off.

It is impossible for Zhenyuan Temple to back down.

No one would have thought that the lord of Yunlan City would actually fulfill his promise to accept the Gale Wind Pirates.

Will all the immortal cultivators in the city support this decision?

In Yunlan City, countless people raised their heads.

Many people looked complicated.

Yunlan City is strong, and they dare to compete with Daomen Dazong, of course they are happy.

But, what if Yunlan Sword Immortal loses?

"Back then, City Lord, you built the foundation of Yunlan City by challenging the strong swordsmen in a land of three million miles."

"Nowadays, I don't know what step the city lord can do?"

Zuo Baichou, who was standing beside Han Muye, spoke softly with a smile on his face.

At this moment, the people in Yunlan City who were familiar with Han Muye all looked relaxed.

Along the way, Yunlan Sword Immortal has never let them down!

Back then, everything in Yunlan City was brought back by the city lord with one sword at a time, and today he will defend it with one sword at a time.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan is gambling this time."

In the distant sky, someone whispered.

"Yes, he is betting on the attitude of the Daomen."

"As long as Zhenyuan Guan Jinxian does not come out, he will win."

There was light in someone's eyes, staring at the direction of Yunlan city.

As long as Han Muye can win this match, not only will he keep the Galewind Pirates with infinite background, but he will also be able to demonstrate his own strength.

At that time, there were only a handful of big cities that could stand side by side with Yunlan City in the entire wasteland!

As long as Yunlan City can win, countless immortal cultivators in the wasteland will join Yunlan City.

Today Sword Immortal Yunlan will stand up for Gale Wind Pirates, and in the future, Sword Immortal Yunlan will also stand up for himself.

As long as Yunlan City can win this battle and the hearts of the people in Yunlan City are united, they will be indestructible!

"Haha, after today, there will be no Gaifeng Pirates in the world, only Gaifengwei."

"Yunlan City, Gale Guard."

Jiang Zheng laughed loudly, raised the spear in his hand, and pointed at the three wind scrolls.

"Gust, war—"

"Gust, war—"

Countless voices sounded, and the Gale Wind Pirates battle formation instantly condensed, and a black hundred-foot-tall tiger charged towards Feng Juan.

Just because they ran all the way, it doesn't mean they have no power to fight.

Now with the backing of Yunlan City, they dare to fight!

If you can't let Yunlan City see your combat strength, how can you let them take you in?

Really a useless person, can't he just come to ask for shelter?

Galewind Pirates haven't fallen to that level yet!

"kill!"

Jiang Zheng flew up, and the aura of a strong man who refined the Void surged directly from his body.

There are no peak powerhouses among Gale Pirates, and several Huaxu all fell in the realm of bitter immortals.

But there are still virtual refinements!

"boom--"

The power of the battle array collided with the wind scrolls and entangled with the three wind scrolls.

Above the wind, the three Taoists with gloomy faces had to deal with it with all their strength.

The Gale Bandit has the power to fight.

Yunlan Sword Immortal didn't need to make a move.

Today's situation turned out to be like this!

It's as if Yunlan Sword Immortal and Gale Wind Bandit had made an agreement!

Sword Immortal Yunlan wouldn't really make an appointment with Gale Wind Pirates, and then come to count Yuanmo Daozong, right?

"Hey, back then, the master of Yuan Mo Dao Sect was beheaded by Yunlan Sword Immortal, right?"

"That's right, Zhenyuan Temple didn't have any trouble coming to Yunlan Sword Immortal at that time."

Until now, no one remembered what happened back then.

It's no wonder that the world of cultivating immortals has no memory, the main reason is that today's events are all related to Gale Wind Pirates, and they have nothing to do with Yunlan City.

If someone hadn't mentioned it, who would have thought that Yunlan Sword Immortal, a sword-holding cultivator, would plot against Yuanmo Daozong?

"boom--"

The three wind rolls were smashed by the army formation, and the figures of the three gloomy Taoists stopped in the air.

The three refiners can't take down Galewind Pirates!

If you can't take it today, when the wind steals into Yunlan City, you will directly face Yunlan City.

If you can't take down the Gale Bandit today, no matter how many people come tomorrow, you won't be able to take it down!

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, you really want to be an enemy of my Zhenyuan Temple!"

The first Taoist of Zhenyuan Temple gritted his teeth, looked in the direction of Yunlan City, and shouted loudly.

Today, their Zhenyuanguan's prestige is probably going to be lost outside Yunlan City.

But at this time, riding a tiger is hard to get off, and you can't retreat!

"An enemy of Zhenyuan Temple?"

"That."

"again."

"like."

"what."

Word for word.

Han Muye took a step forward, and his figure appeared on the Gale Wind Pirates battle formation.

"Meet the city lord!"

Jiang Zheng shouted loudly.

"Meet the city lord!"

"Meet the city lord—"

The sound shook thousands of miles, the sky and the earth were in turmoil, and the clouds were surging.

Outside Yunlan City, endless power surged.

At this moment, everyone turned their attention to Han Muye.

Han Muye on the battlefield was wearing a white robe, his hair was tied up with a golden crown, and he was standing with his hands behind his back and a sword box on his back.

"I can't fight anymore..." Looking at Han Muye who was standing in the air, someone said softly, "The name Yunlan Sword Immortal has already been able to frighten the elders of Zhenyuanguan, today..."

When Yunlan Jianxian stepped forward, Zhenyuan Temple would retreat!

There was fire in many people's eyes.

Today, I did not witness the demise of Galewind Pirates, but I witnessed the rise of Yunlan City!

Yunlan City took the Zhenyuan Temple as a stepping stone, climbed to the top of the wasteland, and became a side by side with the cities under the rule of several big sects.

"Okay, Yunlan Sword Immortal, okay, you wait." The Taoist Zhenyuan standing in front of him flicked his sleeves and stepped back.

Sure enough, in today's situation, Yunlan City and Zhenyuan Temple will not fight.

Daomen has always acted cautiously.

For the Lianxu Heavenly Immortal who has practiced for countless thousands of years, only do things that are sure.

Unwarranted fights, never participate.

Zhenyuan Temple, choose to retreat.

Everyone looked at Han Muye standing in the air.

"The city lord is mighty—"

Jiang Zheng laughed loudly, raised his arms and shouted.

"The city lord is mighty—"

The Gale Wind Pirates shouted.

"The city lord is mighty—"

In the entire Yunlan City, countless immortal cultivators shouted.

Yunlan Sword Immortal alone forced back the three Zhenyuanguan Lianxu Heavenly Immortals, and subdued Gale Wind Pirates, one of the three great thieves in the realm of bitterness.

Today, the name of Yunlan Sword Immortal will be used again in Yunteng Wasteland.

Different from the name of fighting with the sword before, today's Yunlan Sword Immortal can overwhelm the Daoist sect with a single strike.

This kind of power belongs to Yunlan City, and belongs to everyone in Yunlan City!

Countless people looked at Han Muye eagerly.

Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand to press it, then looked forward, and spoke softly.

"Senior Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, as the number one expert in Zhenyuan Temple, senior swordsman, if you don't show your sword today, I will be disappointed."

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal!

The strongest person in Zhenyuan Temple!

disappointment?

Han Muye's voice fell.

Thousands of miles of emptiness and silence.

Whether it is the immortal cultivator under the rule of Yunlan City, or the Gale Wind Bandit who surrendered and surrendered below.

Whether it is someone who is close to Yunlan City and hopes for the rise of Yunlan City, or someone who is watching from a distance and is full of malice towards Yunlan City, at this time, their faces are full of horror and their eyes are full of bewilderment.

Sword Immortal Yunlan speaks out to challenge the number one powerhouse in Zhenyuan Temple, the Golden Immortal Spirit Sword of Kendo!

Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, one of the few Taoist sects who achieved the status of Golden Immortal with the way of the sword, with a fairy sword in his hand, covering the world of Yuxian.

This was a swordsman who fought against countless swordsmen from the Xuanling Sword Sect back then, and never fell behind.

If it weren't for the fact that the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal has not been able to retreat all these years, the reputation of Zhenyuan Temple might be even better.

It was also because the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal was not in the wasteland that Yuan Mo Dao Sect restrained itself.

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, are you crazy..." Above the clouds in the distance, a middle-aged Taoist in a blue Taoist robe with his hands folded in his sleeves whispered softly.

"Crazy? Jian lunatic, Jian lunatic, how many sword cultivators are not crazy?" The old man beside him shook his head, with a sneer on his face: "It's this kind of crazy, it's rare."

No matter how crazy the sword cultivator is, he will not completely forget who he is.

The Celestial Immortal challenged the Golden Immortal, and he was still a Celestial Immortal who had not even condensed into a cave after entering the Celestial Immortal level.

This is not courage.

This is madness!

"Hehe, when Sword Immortal Yunlan was under Daozong's rule, he once fought a sword against his own Jinxian Shu Ming."

"I guess it was that sword that made him swell?"

Someone shook his head and smiled lightly.

It was that sword at the beginning that made Yunlan Sword Immortal famous.

But that's my elders, the water in that sword, I don't have a point in my heart yet?

"Challenge the Golden Immortal powerhouse directly, I hope that one——comes!"

coming!

The Jinxian powerhouse from Zhenyuanguan flew to the sky with a sword!

Above the sky, the sword light cut through the endless clouds, and the whole world, under a golden sword light, seemed to be split directly!

Without a word, it was just a sword!

This sword has the momentum of tilting the sky, coming from hundreds of millions of miles away, the sword light is brilliant, but it is lingering.

The sword is a murder weapon.

The sword comes, only to kill!

This sword came to kill Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Killing thousands of miles with a single sword, everyone in Yunlan City felt trembling all over, and even their souls were suppressed.

Thousands of miles of void surrounded Yunlan City, all the clouds were chopped to pieces, and a strong wind swept across the earth.

This sword, carrying the general trend of the world, came for the Taoist sect!

If this sword cannot catch it, Yunlan Sword Immortal will die!

If this sword cannot catch it, Yunlan City will be destroyed with one strike!

If this sword can't be caught, the Daoist sect and Jianzong will fight for the front, and the next city will be the first!

"Why, here..." A white-haired Taoist whispered tremblingly.

"The way of the sword, it's really so cool..." A young man with a long sword on his back looked at the sword light, clenched his fists, and his shoulders trembled unconsciously.

Whether it's cruel or gentle, at this moment, Yunlan Sword Immortal can't stop Jinxian's sword, then everything will be over!

"A Sword of the Golden Immortal." Han Muye looked at the light of the sword above his head, and his eyes burst out with endless expressions.

What he was waiting for was this sword!

From outsiders' perspective, he was arrogant and deliberately provocative.

But since yesterday, this sword has been condensed.

Yesterday, there was a ray of sword light locked on his soul.

This sword came from the void, condensed in the world in the void.

This is a sword cultivator in the Golden Immortal Realm. He used his sword in his cave to cut the soul first, and then the body.

Such a sword is impossible to dodge.

Only one war.

Since there is going to be a battle, then deal with it happily, why hide your head and show your tail?

Han Muye raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a nine-story sword tower emerged.

Today, he represents Jianzong.

In such a battle, it is impossible for him to hold back anything.

Except for the power of the overbearing beast that cannot be revealed, he will use all his power.

A nine-story sword tower.

Endless sword light.

Kui ox blood.

Wan Jian returns to the sect.

Below, the power of the Gale Wind Pirates Battle Formation turned into a black sword light, flying into the air and landing on the sword tower.

In the rear, the power of the defensive array of Yunlan City was aroused and turned into a blue sword light, matching the sword light in front of Han Muye.

Above the sky, the golden soul power on the list of gods turned into a golden long sword and landed in front of Han Muye.

Above Han Muye's head, the sword of the soul, which was transformed by the immortal cultivation base, emerged.

war.

The fighting spirit surged.

Thousands of sword lights condensed into one.

Killing intent, condensed.

Essence, energy, condense into a sword.

The long sword was in the air, it didn't stop, and directly hit the sword light coming from the sky.

Facing the Golden Immortal Sword Cultivator, instead of sitting and waiting to die, he blocked the sword with his sword.

As a sword cultivator, even if you die, you will die after you draw your sword!

One sword strike is related to the life and death of Yunlan City!

In the final analysis, the struggle in the world is still life and death.

"war!"

From nowhere, there was a roar.

"war--"

Countless voices came from the entire Yunlan City.

Fight for your life.

Han Muye's body turned into a sword, but his heart is clear.

It had been a long, long time since he had risked his life with the sword in his hand.

The sword is really my own life...

At this moment, his sword revealed a blue light.

The sword of earning life has no hesitation.

"when--"

The two long swords collided with a crisp sound.

The collision of sword lights caused the clouds in the world to swell, and the wind scattered wantonly, arousing the power of heaven and earth and the immortal energy of thousands of miles into a whirlpool.

Under heaven, no one can stand firm.

Above the celestial beings, all their hearts were shaken and their faces were pale.

The power of heaven and earth aroused by this sword is not magnificent, and it is not even as strong as the collision of the peaks of heaven and immortals.

But the soul killing contained in this sword has already surpassed the level of heavenly immortals.

This is the collision of the realms of two golden immortals!

Lingjian Jinxian is a strong swordsman, but Yunlan Jianxian can be so tyrannical.

No wonder he dared to face a golden fairy!

"boom--"

The power of heaven and earth turned into a torrent, surging towards the surroundings like waves.

Han Muye's figure reappeared, holding a sword in his hand, his expression unchanged, standing in the air.

"Senior Spirit Sword, how about this sword?"

how?

This is provocation!

In the void, there was silence, only the wind roared, and the immortal energy roared like the tide.

Yunlan Sword Immortal can block the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, but can he also block the second and third sword?

impossible!

But in the void, there was no sword light coming.

"Boy, this old man is waiting for you in the City of Immortal Burial."

A voice was neither soft nor faint, resounding in the void.

City of Burial Immortals.

One of the three great Jedi in the Rain-covered Immortal Realm.

This Sword Dao Golden Immortal, who was far away in the Immortal Burial City, made this sword!

Such a method is truly terrifying!

"it is good."

Han Muye spoke loudly.

The sword light in the sky dissipated, the three immortals of Zhenyuanguan retreated, and the Gale Bandits turned back to Yunlan City.

Everything, with the slowly calming wind, returned to silence.

But everything is completely different!

"Sword Immortal Yun Lan can block this sword, but Golden Immortal Spirit Sword can't make another attack." Seeing Han Muye's figure disappear in mid-air, and the formation of Yunlan City dissipated, a white-bearded old man's eyes revealed clean.

"The Daoist sect is shameless, not to mention that Jianzong is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others." The middle-aged Jianxiu beside the old man showed a smile on his face.

"Come to think of it, the Sword Sect Golden Immortal has already arrived, right?"

Looking towards Yunlan City, someone whispered.

Indeed, Jianzong Jinxian has arrived.

Yunlan City, the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zuo Baichou and the others stood below with their heads down, not daring to breathe.

Standing in front of him was Han Muye, on top of him was a 40-year-old Taoist in a blue and white robe with a long blue sword hanging from his waist.

The Taoist looked at Han Muye with a calm expression.

"Senior brother Shu Ming said that you acted prudently."

"Is this stability?"

The Taoist pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist and spoke lightly.

"A sword cultivator only asks about the sword in his hand, so what does it have to do with prudence?" Han Muye said loudly.

In the main hall, Zuo Baichou and the others couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

In the face of Jinxian, can't you say something good?

The Sword Sect Golden Immortal above didn't seem to have expected Han Muye to answer so bluntly, he glared and snorted coldly.

"No one can worry..."

These words are much gentler.

"Forget it, forget it, I didn't embarrass Jianzong after all."

"Much better than those bastards."

"Senior brother Shu Ming is the same. At that time, under Daozong's rule, you should have let you kill that Su Yunzi with a single sword. Why bother."

"Your sword is not bad today. I know the tricks of the guy with the Spirit Sword. If he wants to kill someone, there really isn't much he can do to stop him..."

"By the way, how did you achieve the unity of spirit, energy and spirit? Among the descendants of Jianzong, there are not many who have achieved this step."

...

Zhang Zhenbiao and others were dumbfounded.

Just now, he was full of sword intent and so cold and stern that people dare not look directly at him, why did he become such a chatterer in a blink of an eye?

"This deity, Li Yungang, the head of Zhantian Palace, is known by people, forget it, that is all a false name."

"Boy, let's play a game."

"I suppressed my cultivation base in the cave, how about it?"

"Seeing you draw your sword, my hands itch."

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion and won't hurt you."